I found myself to be unlikeable.

  “Aish the sun hurts.”

  I am filthy, disgusting, an insensitively derogative man.

  From the time of youth, there was frustration.

  I wrote myself.

  The idealized flawed self.

  Born from the kid who…

  How harsh to myself. But! Uh. You see, I read and read. Manga then a shifting to web novels.

  I actually don’t know how that happened.

  “Ah romance curses me even to my last breath.” I let out my old man voice.

  That resulted in me writing.

  It was like I was mapping out my future.

  Though it wasn’t set in stone.

  “If it were, then IIIIIIIIIII would still–!”

  Be!

  Be.

  Be…

  Ah it returned.

  Lightly.

  That feeling.

  It’s gone.

  No, I feel it.

  I don’t.

  It’s….

  Would things–

  Would I–

  Reaffirm yourself.

  This is the path chosen.

  I let go for myself.

  Even if I’m not there, it’ll keep movin.

  That’s how it is.

  I need to keep moving.

  To shoulder myself.

  If I lose it, then it’ll be dull.

  Wasting. Eroding.

  By then, even my own self will wither.

  I must keep growing.

  I am insane.

  I am sane.

  I am me.

  For Dreams Come True When A Dead Man Dies.

  ****

  Sorry, I didn’t notice but it was a tad sappy eh?

  It’s what happens when there's nothing to do.

  Ye brain invades itself with regret! Shame! What ifs!!!!

  Though it has to do with actions.

  Consequence.

  Something I…

  Detached.

  ….

  Selfish?

  Selfish?

  Selfish?

  “Habits can’t die so easily. Aaaaahhh woe is me.”

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  Today, there are no clouds. Thus, searing my eyes with pain. Wondyful.

  Does that have to do with anything?

  Uh, no.

  But some are picky about details. Details of all things! Well it brings immersion so.

  Um.

  Pretending I didn’t say anything, I leisurely watched the civies walk by me.

  Faces still drenched with negativity.

  Turn that frown upside down friend!

  But how do they know that?

  Getting taken over?

  And why is it so bad?

  Haha! You see! Glorious spqr has some good ideologies!

  One.

  Non imperial citizens are inferior and second class.

  Two.

  Defeated or taken over are third class. Bordering wage slaves.

  Three.

  Delegate all harsh tasks to non imperials.

  Four.

  Eh, well the law is whatever I say, so you can’t do sheeeeeeee you uncouth monkeys.

  Some great ideas I say.

  Of course that’s only four I cherry picked and there's plenty more.

  Ah, the age old ‘you don’t like it?’

  SUPRESSION.

  Indeed. Greatest empire ever!

  No wonder they're the best…

  Essentially the winners can do whatever while the losers lose balls, testicles, liver, kidney, eye, freedom of speech, and get ntr at some point.

  The losers have everything!

  Damn.

  Well in this what if there's me!

  Thegreatesthumanbeingever!

  Thegreatestmortalever!

  Hm…

  I need a better catchphase.

  Something snappy.

  Something fun.

  Oh well.

  Problem for later me.

  I can always just say,

  “Show me the magic!”

  Oh heavens!

  “Something like that?”

  Eh, don’t gimme those looks. I can–

  ….

  ….

  ….

  ….

  No.

  “Show me the magic.”

  It’s back.

  There but little time.

  The silence, reminiscent of the previous days.

  Wasted time.

  The order was given.

  Some minds spun for a reason.

  Eyes of the hawk gleamed at this chance to tear apart the aggravator.

  “Refuse it.”

  “Y-Your majesty!”

  A simple movement of the eyes.

  Cold sweat erupted on the back. All others watched.

  It has passed.

  There was no reversing this decision.

  Has the King been blinded by sticky words? False power?

  From words of a Servant not even known?

  There will be no change in the mind.

  Salvation.

  Survival.

  Even if it was the downfall.

  Time flows.

  Correct or not, it was made.

  Here I am.

  “Ye yankas betta larn how to fire!”

  My best accent of those down unda.

  So I observed.

  This repetition of motion.

  Still summoning more ammo.

  Sob.

  I’m just an ammo dispenser.

  Where's my emoji.

  ??

  There it is.

  Anyway as that picture of that emoji left my brain into the deep confines of my subconscious, I, well if they win, will give them the better weapon!

  The Judgment Breech Rifle (Name not totally taken from a game I played when I was young)!?

  Yeah.

  One shot, one sad miss to hell.

  Well, it’s actual name is the martini-henry breech rifle but whooo caaaaaaares!

  Judge you I will.

  Anywho, the blokes in green!

  The uniform is actually blue.

  Well that's what I made.

  They still wear armor.

  Nerghts an Muges.

  Ah the glory.

  So next to me is a scarecrow with the deep blue uniform I made.

  No, I didn’t make it by hand if you thought that.

  Why am I next to it?

  “Damn that shot was horrible!”

  Our wonderful soldats.

  I mean soldiers.

  “Ain’t gonna have much time like here! Improve your damn aim!”

  “Yes sir!”

  Reloading with the paper balls takes time. Also I just call them that.

  Oh and I learned there's an emergency mobilization for da new recruits.

  I wonder how many they can get from a hundred thousand people?

  Huh.

  Well for now, I’ll help them get to an adequate level.

  These guys in front of me.

  “Reload!”

  God I love doing this.